Sette Frummagem, Queen of the Shartshane Frummagem (
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SUITE F. SUNDAY? PROBABLY?
[Sette had just been on a plane for almost twelve hours. She was tired, jetlagged, cranky, and she hadn't ever wanted to come to this stupid school in the first place. Meaning, of course, that she was in the perfect mood to meet her suitemate.]
[She opened the door violently, and began dragging her hefty suitcase inside. Her tired fingers lost their grip on the suitcase's handle and dropped it on her toe, sending pain shooting up her foot. What followed is a lengthy stream of invective directed at the suitcase, the floor, the building's architect, gravity, and the world in general, peppered with obscenities both casual and imaginative.]
[She neither noticed nor cared that someone else was in the suite's common area with her.]
[She opened the door violently, and began dragging her hefty suitcase inside. Her tired fingers lost their grip on the suitcase's handle and dropped it on her toe, sending pain shooting up her foot. What followed is a lengthy stream of invective directed at the suitcase, the floor, the building's architect, gravity, and the world in general, peppered with obscenities both casual and imaginative.]
[She neither noticed nor cared that someone else was in the suite's common area with her.]
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Maybe she just needs a little cheering up. Which is what she plans to do as she hops off of her couch, raising her arms up in the air with clear enthusiasm. ]
Hooray! I'm not alone this year! [ Because clearly having a suitemate this year is a good thing. ]
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The hell? Are you even old enough t'go to this school?
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[She resumes lugging her suitcase into the common area.]
Which room's yours?
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That one.
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What's your name, anyway?
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My name is Illyasviel von Einzbern. It's a pleasure to meet you.
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[She opens her mouth wide in a jaw-cracking yawn. Her whole body feels incredibly sluggish. Time for bed. Never mind that the sun's not even down yet, jet lag's hitting her like a truck.]
[She starts to take off her jeans, a process made somewhat more involved by the need to thread her tail through the hole in the back of them. Don't worry your little virgin eyes, though, Ilya, she's got boxers on under them, similarly modified to accommodate her tail.]
Now, I'm gonna go sleep for a week. Wake me, and I'll pee on everything you love.
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[ You think she's scared of a little threat like that? She's not. Especially considering that the only things that she loves that she actually brought with her are her stuffed animals. And she's willing to fight over them. ]
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[And then wham Sette closes the door to her room in Illya's face and staggers over towards her bed.
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[ How rude... ]